Why?
Why not directly kill him?
The four youths were at a complete loss!
If he didn't kill the opponent, those who were dead would revive!
What on earth was this handsome man thinking?
The gangster looked at Qin Mo, and could not see detect any changes to his mood at all.
Fu Jiu clearly knew what the Almighty was doing.
He was standing up for her.
After all, the opponent was the son of that Three.
Thinking about this, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, Fu Jiu attacked Fu Ximing one strike at a time.
At first, Fu Ximing thought the opponent was playing badly, and could not kill him.
But when he recovered and tried to run, another frost spell came, freezing him so he was motionless!
"D*mn it!" Fu Ximing cursed in a low voice!
Fu Jiu began to jump over and hack at him, still with a knife, little by little.
